Name: Make it out by R.E.E.F
Duration: 3 min 19 s
Description: I hope I make it out, so I can live my life not for you, but for myself x

Recorded this years ago, lost the stems to a corrupted harddrive but luckily had a master saved, thanks to Seb Cotter for doing the Drumming and Jessica Sharkey for doing art work on it. I had very little recording experience at the time of recording and mixing it, so unfortunately the Vocals are a little lost in it, but that's life sure.

Brighter Future

Image thank you Dawn Reade
https://biscuitpress.co.uk/

If you are searching, looking for me
I'm with the seagulls, down on the beach
Staring at nothing, there's so much to see

Give me a minute, give me a week
It's a new language that I cannot speak
Feeling my way through, I'm finding my feet

	If you let it out. Then it all comes out
	And what is left is lined with silver

Born by the coast and raised by the sea
I like to find comfort in melancholy
Seen all these rocks in my own family

I wake to the moon and rise to the sun
You're only as high as your least happy one
This is the fuel that I use to go on

	If you let it out. Then it all comes out
	And what is left is lined with silver
	What I have found. Is the comfort of my blood around
	Nothing profound. I just like to shovel shit around
	And every dark cloud. Will move on if you just hang around
	My silver crowd. I just love to hear them arse around

If you give them air. And you're always there
Then what is left is lined with silver
If you let it out. Then it all comes out.
And what is left is lined with silver.

Silver

I Owe You Nothing

I hope I make it out, so I can live my life not for you, but for myself x

Make it out

Vines/Mycelium

Heartache A

Hilma & Frank, we chase the sun

together

𝙳𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚃𝚘 𝙳𝚘 𝙸𝚝

[Verse 1]
You wear kindness like a costume,
But the seams are tearing through.
Every word you ever offered
Was a blade dressed up as truth.

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s almost sweet, the way you fake,
But sugar can’t hide poison cake.

[Chorus]
You’re a missed opportunity for cradle death,
Every time you breathe feels like stolen breath.
Smile like honey, but you’re rotting inside,
You’re the worst kind of parasite in disguise.

[Verse 2]
You drain the light from every room,
Like mildew crawling through the gloom.
If hell has standards, you’d be banned,
A demon even devils can’t stand.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every laugh you make is counterfeit,
A plague in skin, sick of your shit

[Chorus]
You’re a missed opportunity for cradle death,
Every time you breathe feels like stolen breath.
Rotting fruit with a painted skin,
You’re proof that evil sometimes wins.

[Final Verse]
You fucking leech, you worthless fraud,
Even maggots gag at the shit you’re on.
Every “sorry” that you fake is spit,
A hollow cunt with a grin that fits.
You turn love into a loaded gun,
Then laugh when the bleeding’s done.
Your soul’s a landfill, stinking, vile,
Every heartbeat’s a fucking trial.
Rot in the shadows you call a home,
Die screaming and still die alone.
If karma’s late, then here’s my curse:
May every day get worse and worse.

[Bridge]
I hope your mirror cracks in two,
So it stops reflecting back at you.
Even vultures gag at your decay,
You’re the nightmare dressed in pastel gray.

[Final Chorus]
You’re a missed opportunity for cradle death,
A cruel mistake the world regrets.
You turn soft hearts into stone,
May your coffin rot alone.

C U Next Tuesday (feat. Nostalgia Boy)

this is me showcasing my art
idc about genres or aesthetics, i make what i want, when i want
heres my different sounds

Make it out

R.E.E.F

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